By Dennis McHale
The ground beneath my feet rumbles;
softly at first and then with each step
increasing in its timbre.
The air is cold, and damp with a gray light
filtering through the snow-covered
canopy of spruce and pine.
Wet thunder rises and my ears are muted
by the intensity of a half-frozen river
plummeting over slick rock lips;
a roiling, massive death spiral.
Half the volume swan dives elegantly
hundreds of feet into a pounding, foaming,
icy-white pool, while my own heart
matches the outpouring, beat for beat.
The other hangs mistily in the frigid air, gently
nourishing the winter air with its spit.
I cannot help but marvel at the sheer anger of it all,
wondering how many open-mouthed bass
thrust forth into open space, gargoyle-eyed as
the river disappears beneath them -
this is the end of their swim!
Death, anger, power...and yet,
so serenely beautiful!
Rage onward, Snoqualmie, before
the winter’s freeze deprives you of your liquid dance
It rained buckets all day Saturday until we started having flood warnings. Fortunately (?), we had a lot of work to do in the house, so we spent all morning putting stuff back on shelves in the bedrooms, then since it was Zapdos day I went to the mall to meet my raiding group and did six raids before coming home for more organizing.
We went out to Home Depot in the evening downpour to get an outlet plate that ended up not fitting our outlet, and now we're watching Cloak and Dagger to decompress. Here are some photos from our trip to Seattle when we climbed up to the Big Four Ice Caves in the Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest, where it was damp and cool and gorgeous: